Chapter 334: Nezha father, the fate is coming

　　 As the night started to light up, lights were being held everywhere in the Li Mansion.
Li Jing stood in front of the window with his hand in his hand, stroking his beard, his eyes a little erratic.
Think about the country, think about the people, think about the family, think twice and worry, not knowing how to move forward and how to deal with oneself.
Thinking back to that year, Emperor Xin was on the throne, and he was the emperor of the emperor. Li Jing led his men to visit Chaoge City. The emperors and ministers were all young and powerful, and they were so proud.
Since that time, Li Jing has guarded Chentang Pass and developed Chentang Pass from a border pass to the scale of today's first pass on the coast of the East China Sea. It has spent endless efforts and thoughts.
Nowadays, the world has rebelled against four hundred princes, and the eastern and southern two rebels. Chaoge's elite teacher Dong was dragged into the Wandering Soul Pass. If he sent out a strange soldier, he could wipe out Dongbohou's rebels.
But, is the current king really worthy of his own assistance?
News from Chaoge City kept coming. His Majesty loved the enchantress Daji, the meat forest in the wine pond, the daily singing, the old ministers were persecuted one after another, and the deaths were miserable, and all the princes in the world were boiling.
"Your Majesty," Li Jing sighed for a long time, and the scene when he was interviewed by Di Xin appeared before his eyes.
"Since I was founded as a great merchant, the eight hundred princes have been in a big trend. Every locality knows only their own princes, but I don’t know that there is still a great king. Several Aiqings are young talents who are few people to stand up and promote. How to resolve it? ’
Your Majesty today is so obsessed with beauty and forgot his lofty ambitions back then?
"Ugh……"
Li Jing sighed again, and a gust of night wind blew by, and the two pages of cloth on the desk shook slightly.
That was a letter written by the new Dongbo Hou Jiang Wenhuan, with sincere words. He has counted the faint and incompetent emperor Xin. If he wants to avenge his father, he begged him to send troops to help.
"I, Li Jing, how can I be such an unfaithful person?"
This matter really made him dilemma.
squeak……
The door of the study was slowly pushed open, and the small head with the horn pierced in, looked around, and saw Li Jing standing in front of the window.
Really want to go?
Little Nezha hesitated for a while, always feeling that what he was going to do next was really too manly.
But he turned his head and glanced at the empty corridor behind him, as if an invisible shadow was following him, making him nowhere to go.
‘If you do this well, how about I teach you a magical power? ’
Humph, in order to be able to defeat that powerful brother in the future, just do it!
Li Jing at the window said a little irritably, "What are you sneaking in at the door? Just come in!"
Nezha's mouth curled, and he walked in with the tub, thinking about the verbose brother's instructions. Although he was reluctant, he still raised his head and squeezed an ugly smile.
Li Jing turned around and was stunned when he saw the wooden basin Nezha was holding.
There was a little heat rising in the tub, and the cool well water was heated by Yang Jian, and a ray of profound energy was added, which was considered a benefit to Li Jing.
"You guy!" Li Jing scolded angrily, "but do you want to wash all the books in my room!"
Little Nezha's temper came up, and he was about to go back, but suddenly he felt that someone grabbed his neck from behind and pinched the conversation back abruptly.
Yang Jian's voice fell into his ears: "If you don't do well, you will really suffer."
Little Nezha gritted his teeth, looking like he was grinning, and shouted to Li Jing: "Father..." Then, according to the words that Yang Jian asked him to endorse, he said directly: "My boy, you have been tired recently. Worrying and worrying, I want to wash his feet to relieve his fatigue."
"Huh?" Li Jing was immediately vigilant, looking at Nezha, he always felt that there was fraud in this.
In fact, to be honest, although Xiao Nezha is a bit lawless, even if he was beaten by Li Jing several times, he never shot Li Jing, at most he just avoided.
Seeing Li Jing's expression, Xiao Nezha directly wanted to throw the tub and leave, but wanted to loosen his fingers, but felt that the tub was stuck to his hands, and he couldn't let go...
Yes, let's just follow the meaning of the nagging brother, otherwise it is a trivial matter to suffer from flesh and blood, and it is really difficult to be forced to read and read.
"Father, come and wash," Little Nezha put the basin in front of the chair beside him, and sat down with his legs crossed.
Li Jing was a little suspicious, but seeing that there was nothing in the basin, he also wanted to figure out what his son was doing. He sat on a chair, took off his official boots, and slowly dropped his feet into the basin.
Warm, comfortable, and a rush of hot air penetrates into the soles of the feet, wandering around...
Li Jing let out a short snort, leaning comfortably on the back of the chair.
"Hehehe," Little Nezha also played a little bit, squirting water on his father's feet in the basin.
"What's going on today?" Li Jing asked in confusion.
Little Nezha smiled. If Yang Jian hadn't told him to tell the shame of face, he would have told the truth.
"Daddy has been tired and worried recently, and wants to wash his feet and relieve his fatigue."
This reason is really hard to refute.
Li Jing smiled knowingly, leaning on the chair, and letting Nezha rinse him with water, the warm breath returned in his body.
Not long after, Li Jing actually lay there asleep, snoring in his ears, making Nezha stunned.
Little Nezha looked up at his biological father.
Body hair and skin are affected by parents, and being able to walk in this world is also deprived of the hard work of parents.
The Yin family began to teach these principles when he was born. Although Xiao Nezha was messing around, he still understands these things.
It's just that he is a little uncomfortable with Li Jing and has some prejudice. He has also seen Li Jing beat his mother several times, and his mother still refuses to get down in bed after begging for mercy in every way...
Every time I see this, I will be hurriedly taken away by the maids and Jia Ding who serve me...
"Where?"
Yang Jian's voice pierced into Nezha's ears. The latter recovered and was about to speak, but was gagged.
The door of the study opened silently, and a thin sheet was floated into Nezha's hands. Under Yang Jian's strong pressure, Nezha had to cover Li Jing with the thin sheet.
Is it okay now?
Really, isn't this nagging brother just looking at his father, right? In this way, under the guise of his hand, he has nothing to do with hospitality...
"Okay, come back."
As soon as Yang Jian's words fell, Xiao Nezha walked out of the study dejectedly, and slowly closed the door before leaving without making any movement.
"Come here, I will teach you a magical power."
Yang Jian was also not stingy, and taught Nezha the ‘Flying Stove’ that was occasionally useful in physical combat.
This magical power can move the universe in a small distance in an instant, and it can be used ingeniously to fight against the enemy.
Xiao Nezha is naturally full of joy, but this magical power cannot be mastered in a day, and Yang Jian promised to teach him daily practice.
On the second day, Li Jing took the initiative to go to Nezha’s residence, saying that he wanted to teach Nezha swordsmanship.
Little Nezha was taken aback, and now he was about to reply, ‘I’m a fairy boy, you don’t need to learn the swordsmanship of a mortal.’ But as soon as the words were about to be spoken, a cold wind poured into his throat and he suffocated him back.
Seeing that his three sons' eyes were flushed because of his words, Li Jing felt ashamed, smiled gently at Nezha, and handed over a short sword.
Yang Jian said: "If you don't learn, you have to write three thousand words today."
"Father, let's go!" Xiao Nezha grabbed the sword and shouted in a spirited expression.
Li Jing chuckled immediately, and took Nezha to the courtyard to begin practicing swordsmanship.
Nezha was a little unsatisfied at first, but seeing that there is a subtle artistic conception in this mortal swordsmanship, he originally liked these things of fighting and killing, and he was immersed in it now.
Sitting in the wing, Yang Jian shook his head and sighed when he saw this.
Other people's homes are ‘fathers and sons’, and when they arrive at this one, they are actually ‘children’s fathers’.
Closing his eyes and entering concentration, his progress in his practice in this dunya is much slower, but he also needs time to meditate on how to break through the limit of the fifth stage of the Pearl Realm.
The sixth level is to enlighten a supernatural power, maybe as the fifth level is fully sublimated, you can directly comprehend the natal supernatural powers and enter the seventh level.
If so calculated, the profound arts might be able to enter the eighth stage before the end of the conferred catastrophe...
"If I enter the seventh stage, even if I encounter a general quasi-teacher, I don't have to turn around and run away."
Thinking of this, Yang Jian also had a little yearning in his heart.
After the conquest of the gods is over, the luck in his body may gradually dissipate, and he should make full use of these gaps to realize more.
The next thing to happen to the Fengshen should be the construction of Lutai and Jiang Ziya's return, and then he was invited out of the mountain by King Zhou Wen.
The day Jiang Ziya returned was when the curtain of the Conferred God was opened.
There should be two or three years left.
Yang Jian thought left and right, and then thought of a key figure in the Fengshen-Master Wen Tai.
Master Wen was originally a disciple of Jiejiao, and he also cultivated the supernatural powers of divine eyes. He was also the pillar of the whole business, and was the key figure in pulling Jiujiao's immortals into the battle of the gods.
After thinking a little, Yang Jian did not set out to find the Taishi on this expedition. After all, Uncle Taibai had asked him, and even if Yang Jian went to find Wen Zhong, he would have no choice but to kill him.
Yang Jian was in the Li Mansion quietly retreating, watching Nezha and Li Jing get along every day, waiting for Nezha's disaster to come.
In a blink of an eye ~EbookFREE.me~, one and a half years passed, Yang Jian had accumulated enough depth, and the 72nd Profound Orb was about to take shape; however, he was still at a loss as to how to break through the limit of the fifth level.
On the contrary, it was the father and son Nezha and Li Jing that under Yang Jian's "escort", their feelings rapidly heated up.
Xiao Nezha was disciplined by Li Jing, and his temper was a little bit less stubborn. Although he was still thinking about it, he didn't have to wander outside every day.
Li Jing also felt that the little Nezha became more and more lovable. Recently, every time he went to the military camp, he brought Nezha with him. Nezha also often showed his magical powers and martial arts in front of the generals, which made Li Jing's face quite radiant.
Regarding this matter, the dexterous Yin family had guessed that Yang Jian did it, and privately expressed his gratitude to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian felt a little depressed.
After the wedding, he had been with Xin Ke for more than half a year. He didn't expect to be busy with Lingzhu, so he stayed outside for a year and a half!
Although I haven't wasted this year and a half, it's always a bit bored.
However, for the sake of the beautiful appearance of Lingzhu, let's put it down.
On this day, Yang Jian suddenly heard Nezha complain in the courtyard: "This summer is so hot, how can I find a cool pool to play in."
So Jia Ding talked about the clear water quality of Kowloon Bay, which was quite a relief from the heat. Nezha was tempted, and when he rolled his eyes, he had the idea of ​​going over the wall and going out to play.
Yang Jian frowned and thought, knowing the series of catastrophes of his junior brother, I am afraid it is already near... 8)